Xianiuzhuang, Ke'anshan, more than a dozen fort cities along the way, countless villages were swept away, Zheng Zhilong led the land and water army all the way to Liaoyang.

The Manchu Qing had already gathered all the forces in their hands in Liaoyang in advance, but even if they were all the forces that could be gathered, there were not more than 5,000 young bannermen. After all, Dolgon had already taken most of the troops, and the Tartars who remained outside the pass were distributed in the three major areas of the Liaodong Peninsula, the Liaoxi Corridor and the Liaohe Plain. Not all of them were gathered in the Shengjing area.

In this case, the soldiers and horses of the Liaodong Peninsula and the Liaoxi Corridor, not to mention that they have not yet assembled, even if they have been assembled, how can they dare to easily return to help? Aren't you afraid that Zheng Zhilong is playing the sound of the east and the west?

He had a boat, and he moved along the vast sea, much faster and easier than he did on land.

Five thousand soldiers of the Eight Banners, the Jianzhou Tartars and Mongolian Tartars accounted for seventy or eighty percent, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Army stayed outside the pass were very few, but there were many Han people in the remaining many clothed Ding Zhuang.

Wang De put on a smock and led more than a dozen of his subordinates, urging his subordinates to dig a pit quickly, while looking at the three corpses wrapped in broken straw mats not far away like a demon. I secretly scolded myself in my heart for being unlucky, but I actually drew a white lot in the multi-root stick, and I finished this thing, and I must worship the Bodhisattva when I return to the tent.

The smallpox virus has completely spread across the Liaohe Plain, for the simple reason that Zheng Zhilong's army has captured Niuzhuang and Anshan, and many prisoners have been captured, and there will always be some of those people who can see a chance to escape. They don't know that they have already been scabbed and powdered, or that their skin has been stained with thick pulp.

These individuals are moving sources of infection.

There will definitely be some people who will fall without completing the task, but there will definitely be many people who have gone to Liaoyang and Shengjing, or have been pulled to Liaoyang by the teams recruited from all over the country.

Therefore, one bomb after another was quietly planted when Prince Zheng Zilharang, who was on the front line, was completely unaware. And when these bombs are detonated one after another, what else can the Tartars do?

In Liaoyang City, shamans have become the busiest group of people in the city these days, and they are dancing every day. Although they are all served with good food and drink, they will be tired every day.

But Zilharang didn't care about that, he had to make the shamans beat all the time, so that he could be at ease.

Helplessly, smallpox is too scary. He didn't want to die yet.

And at this juncture, he can't die.

So, he can only bother with these shamans.

"Ding ding long ......", the voice outside kept echoing in the ears of everyone in the lobby. Since Zilharang, all the faces of those present are solemn and sad, and the current situation makes them helpless.

Zheng Zhilong's army outside was plagued by smallpox disease inside, and Jierharang was planning to fight to the death with Zheng Jun in Liaoyang, but the situation did not allow it.

"Prince Zheng, the epidemic in this city is getting more and more serious, morale is low, and the morale of the army is shaken. If Zheng Zhilong takes the opportunity to attack...... "Turg has a feeling of dreaming of returning to Yanzhou, he was in a dilemma at that time, and it is the same now.

If Liaoyang is not defended, Zheng Zhilong's soldiers will go straight to Shengjing. When the time comes, will Shengjing keep it or not?

Shou, everyone has a feeling of finishing together, and no one knows if Shou can hold it in such a situation. But if they don't keep it, Zheng Zhilong will burn Shengjing City, and they will not be good one by one, and the Great Qing Kingdom will be even more disgraced.

The joy of Yanjing City was laid down by the previous army's entry into the customs, and I am afraid that it will be gone with this fire.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. Do my Eight Banner Warriors still have to be afraid of the weak Nanban? Liaoyang City must be defended, and no retreat is allowed anywhere. Behind is Shengjing. ”

Zilharang snapped. Because he knew very well that reinforcements were coming.

When she came to Shengjing, the Queen Mother not only sent an edict to Guannei asking for help, but also launched an edict to her mother's family, Horqin Mongolia. By now, both Dolgon and Wu Keshan should have received the news. Nadorgon really couldn't get troops to come quickly in the short term, but Korqin Mongolia was not very far from the Liao River.

Maybe in another three or five days, the Horqin reinforcements will have arrived. How could Zilharang be happy to see Liaoyang fall in his own hands?

"Report to the prince, Brother Yue Le is out asking to see ......"

There was silence in the hall, and just then the voice of the guards sounded outside. Yue Le, Abatai's most beloved young son, did not follow Abatai into the customs this time, but stayed outside the customs.

"Why is he not staring at the city at this time, but what is he doing here?" Thinking of this in his mind, Zilharang's face immediately changed drastically. Obviously, Yue Le came to report in person, there must be something urgent.

"Quick!"

When the voice fell, all the people in the hall looked up, and saw Yue Le hurrying in from the outside with a nervous breath, saluting Ji'er Harang, and hurriedly said: "Zheng thief, Zheng thief sent a group of Taoist priests to hold a sacrifice outside the city to worship the plague god." ”

This is also thanks to Yue Le's knowledge and love for Sinology, and after seeing the statue of the god of Nabuzha rising outside, he recognized it as a plague god at a glance.

Wearing an iron crown on his head, holding an iron whip in his hand, wearing a battle robe, his face is black and bearded, and he rides a tiger under his crotch.

With such an image, isn't it a plague god?

The high-level officials in the lobby looked at each other, and everyone was dumbfounded. They are being ravaged by smallpox here, but they are worshipping the plague god with great fanfare on the other side, which is too deceitful, right?

"Isn't it, is it...... Is this smallpox Zheng Zhilong worshipping the gods......? One of them had lost his voice and shouted.

The more barbaric and ignorant the people, the more they worship gods and Buddhas. The current situation is not for them to think too much.

"Nonsense. I have been in the Qing Dynasty for more than 20 years since Lao Khan's army, and I have conquered everything and been invincible, and I have already had the destiny of heaven. Is it a mere plague god to be shaken? If there are any more people who talk nonsense, they will all be beaten out with sticks, and then Hugh will blame the king for not showing you mercy. ”

Turning around, Jierharang ordered Yue Lexiu to spread the news, of course Yue Le understood the severity, otherwise he would have made his subordinates report.

But the Tartars secretly blocked the news, but they didn't want to think about whether Zheng Zhilong would block the news?

The Zheng army camp outside Liaoyang City has already boiled over the sky, no wonder the army took Niuzhuang and Anshan so easily, it turned out that the Tartars suffered from the plague. Now there are people dying every day in Liaoyang City, and all the Tartars are panicking.

After the whole army worshiped the plague god, everything that Zheng Zhilong made people publicize was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The soldiers under his command were full of morale, and they just wanted to take Zheng Zhilong's order, and they would go to Liaoyang.

The plague god, who was specially pierced by Zheng Zhilong, slowly rose up under the action of the raging flames below as the left and right ropes were released.

After all, this hot air balloon is a king-sized Kong Ming lantern.

But if you don't think of this, you will be really frightened when you see a god statue soaring into the sky.

There were many Tartars on the head of Liaoyang City who were frightened, including Prince Zheng Jierharang himself, all of whom jumped in their hearts. Yue Le settled down, and immediately thought of Kong Ming Lantern. Seeing the trembling appearance of several soldiers in front of him, he saw that there were still people kneeling down and kowtowing not far away, and his anger soared. He picked up his sword and went straight to the kneeling soldiers.

The waist knife with the scabbard was like a wooden plank, and the head and face of the man were broken and bleeding, but he insisted on enduring it, and he didn't dare to spit out a word. This is all due to the fact that he is a bannerman, if he is clothed with Aha, he will be directly slashed and killed by Yue Le.

Zheng Zhilong looked at the slowly rising large Kong Ming lantern, his eyes were full of excitement, wait a while, this plague god will be about to exert his mana, and he doesn't know what the scene will be in Liaoyang City at that time.

"All the orders? Once there is chaos in the city, take the opportunity to attack and kill. ”

Just as Zheng Zhilong was speaking, Zhou Yi under Liaoyang City walked away with a team of horses. Seeing that the idol had already flown up, he immediately led people to shout: "The plague god has cast a spell, and the plague god is going to cast a mana." ”

"Listen to the Tartars of the city, and you will all get smallpox one by one......"

"All the tartars of the city will get smallpox......"

"The marquis of my family has collected a lot of smallpox scab powder, and I will send it to you immediately. Don't worry, all of you......"

Although Zheng Zhilong's crossing is quite mysterious, he doesn't want to promote feudal superstition at this point in time. Whether it was the statue of the god today, or the cause of smallpox, he had no intention of hiding anything......

Zilharang's face changed drastically, what did the shouting of the people under the city mean? Anyone who isn't stupid can already think of the answer.

"Could it be that this smallpox is from the hands of Zheng Thief?"

Gritting his teeth, Zilharang stretched out his hand and pointed to Zheng Ying outside the city, "...... Improper behavior, improper ......"

He didn't even think about how this smallpox was controlled by Zheng Zhilong, just doing this, thinking about it made him creepy and frightened.

When he faced the murderous Dolgon, Abatai, Huang Taiji, etc., he had never felt such a feeling, but for Zheng Zhilong, who had just killed several of them with smallpox, he had such a feeling, that is, Zheng Zhilong didn't know, otherwise he would definitely be rewarded with the label of 'slut'!

The big statue of the god was blown by the wind and came straight towards Liaoyang City. The height of the rise is not very high, let alone a hundred meters, fifty meters is enough to choke. But even so, the long rope dragged underneath had been firmly grasped by twenty big men.

This thing is somewhat similar to flying a kite, but it is definitely not equated.

"Hurry up and prepare the rocket, hurry up and prepare ......" Zilharang was already at a loss, and Turg could still keep his composure and command loudly.

But, it's too late!

Before the rocket could be fired, there was a bang on the claws of the black tiger beneath the idol, and then a large handful of powdered from the dried pigskins was sprinkled like flour.

"Attack—"

In the Zheng army's camp, Zheng Zhilong pulled out his saber and slashed towards Liaoyang City!